"Dong dong dong dong!"
People from the floors above and below rushed directly towards the twelfth floor via the stairs.
The hurried footsteps of over thirty people immediately caused the occupants of other suites to frown.
What's happening?
Shit, is it an earthquake?
Immediately, other guests also opened their doors and upon seeing the people running in panic, they quickly followed suit.
"Bro, what are you guys doing?" someone asked curiously.
"There's a singer in this hotel, I just heard someone singing 'What Are Words.' It sounded even better than the original, and it was a cappella too!" one person said, then hurried down the stairs.
"What Are Words?"
That song isn't very difficult, but to sing it better than the original? Are you fucking with me?
Immediately, he too followed and ran towards the twelfth floor.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes were wide open as he listened to the recording of his own singing.
The more he listened, the brighter his eyes shone.